Outside Galan Main City.
Yu Linglong worked her golden abacus while Doudou counted on its fingers to calculate how much property the Eight Chief Gods still had. Their division of labor was remarkably clear.
Seeing this, the Eight Chief Gods hurriedly began discussing matters.
"What do we do now!?"
"How about we ask the God of Creation to uphold justice!?"
"That's right. If that brat really is a reckless fool and defeats the God of Creation without knowing his limits, then the God of Creation will definitely help us."
"I don't think that's a good idea. Don't forget that the God of Creation is an extremely bored person."
"What do you mean by that!?"
"It means that if the God of Creation finds out we're searching for Godheads, he will definitely come out and make trouble."
"Given how bored the God of Creation is, he really could do something like that."
"Having a God of Creation like that is truly a headache. Can't he be a little more mature!?"
"This isn't a matter of maturity, but of differing realms."
"That's right. In the God of Creation's eyes, we're all his toys. As long as he wants to play, we have to play along with him."
"Enough of that. Should we compensate them or not!?"
"To us, everything in this world has already become useless. Only Godheads are what we seek."
"So we're settling this with compensation!?"
"Do you have any better ideas!?"
"No..."
"..."
The Eight Chief Gods collectively sighed and secretly swore that even if they died of boredom in the future, they would never collect treasures again.
Every time they painstakingly gathered treasures, before they could even enjoy them, that shameless fox and rabbit would come knocking.
At the same time, the Eight Chief Gods greatly envied the